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„Each greedy wretch for tardy- rifing wealth


Which comes too late, that courts the tafte in vain,
Or naufeates with diftempers. Yes, ye Rich!
Still, ftill be rich, if thus ye fafhion life;




And piping, careless, filly fhepherds we, "We filly fhepherds, all intent to feed

Our fnowy flocks, and wind the fleeky Fleece."



,,Decm not, however, our occupation mean," Damon reply d,,, while the fupreme accounts Well of the faithful fhepherd, rank'd alike ,,With king and prieft: they alfo fhepherds are; „For fo th' All-feeing ftyles them, to remind Elated man, forgetful of his charge."


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Hither affemble! Pleas'd with honours due,
Sabrina, guardian of the cryftal flood,

Shall blefs our cares, when fhe by moonlight
,,Skims o'er the dales, and eyes our fleeping

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,But hafte, begin the rites: fee purple Eve Stretches her fhadows: all ye Nymphs and

„Or in hoar caves around Plynlymmon's brow, Where precious minerals dart their purple gleams

Among her fifters fhe reclines; the lov'd ,,Vaga, profuse of graces, Ryddol rough,

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Blithe, Yftwith, and Clevedoc, *) swift of foot; ,,And mingles various feeds of flow'rs and herbs,

In the divided torrents, ere they burst

Thro' the dark clouds, and down the mountain roll.

,,Nor taint-worm fhall infect the yeaning herds,

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*) Vaga, Ryddol, Ytwith, and Clevedoc, rivers, the fprings of which rife in the fides of Plynlym


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Nor penny-grafs, nor fpearwort's pois'nous leaf."

He faid: with light fantaftic toe the nymphs
Thither affembled, thither every/fwains,
And o'er the dimpled ftream a thousand flow'rs;
Pale lilies, rofes, violets, and pinks,
Mix'd with the greens of burnet, mint, and thy


And trefoil, fprinkled with their sportive arms.

Such custom holds along th' irriguous vales
From Wreakin's brow to rocky Dolvoryn *) \-
Sabrina's early haunt, ere yet she fled
The fearch of Guendolen, her stepdame proud,
With envious hate enrag'd. The jolly cheer,
Spread on a moffy bank, untouch'd abides
Till ceafe the rites; and now the moffy bank
Is gaily circled, and the jolly cheer
Difpers'd in copious measure: early fruits
And thofe of frugal store, in husk or rind;
Steep'd grain, and curdled milk with dulcet


Soft temper'd, in full merriment they quaff,

And caft about their gibes; and fome apace
Whistle to roundelays: their little - ones


Look on delighted; while the mountain-woods

And winding vallies with the various notes
Of pipe, sheep, kine, and birds, and liquid


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*) Dalvoryn, a ruinous caftle in Montgomeryfhire, on the
banks of the Severn,




Unite their echoes: near at hand the wide
Majeftic wave of Severn flowly rolls
Along the deep-divided glebe: the flood,
And trading bark with low-contracted fail
Linger among the reeds and copfy banks
To liften, and to view the joyous scene.

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Dr. John Armstrong war ein einsichtvoller und geschickter Arzt, der zu Anfange dieses Jahrhunderts im Kirchspiel Castleton geboren wurde, und im J. 1779 in London ftarb. Sein erstes Lehrgedicht, The Oeconomy of Love hatte zu viel freie Stellen, die er in einer umgeänderten Ausgabe vom J. 1768 größtentheils wegließ; indeß fand er doch dieß Gedicht einer Aufnahme in die Sammlung seiner wizigen Schriften nicht würdig, die er im J. 1770 unter dem Titel, Miscellanies, in zwei Bånden herausgab. An der Spiße dieser Sammlung steht sein besseres, und von Seiten des Jnhalts sowohl als der Ausführung überaus schäßbares Lehrgedicht: The Art of preferving Health, in vier Büchern, worin Vorz schriften der Lebensordnung in vierfacher Rücksicht, auf Luft, Nahrung, Bewegung und Gemüthszustand, ertheilt werden. Zur Probe gebe ich hier nur eine kurze Stelle des legten Buchs, weil das ganze Gedicht neulich im zweiten Bande von Hrn. Benzler's Poetical Library, einer sehr empfehlungswerthen Sammlung der besten englischen didaktis schen und beschreibenden Gedichte abgedruckt ist. - - Vergl. Dusch's Briefe, Th. II. Br. 15.

B. IV. v. 220-303.

How to live happieft; how avoid the pains,
The disappointments, and disgusts of those,
Who would in pleasure all their hours employ,
The precepts here of a divine old man

I could recite. Tho' old, he still retain'd
His manly fenfe, and energy of mind.
Virtuous and wife he was, but not fevere;
He still remember'd that he once was young;
His eafy prefence check'd no decent joy.
Him even the diffolute admir'd; for he

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Armstrong. A graceful loofenefs, when he pleas'd, put on,
And laughing could inftruct. Much had, he-

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Much more had feen; he ftudied from the life
And in th' original perus'd mankind.
Vers'd in the woes and vanities of life,

He pitied man: and much he pitied thofe

Whom falfely failing fate has curs'd with

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To diffipate their days in queft of joy.
Our aim is Happinefs; 'tis your's, 'tis mine!
He faid, 'tis the pursuit of all that live;

Yet few attain it, if 'twas e'er attain’d.

But they the wideft wander from the mark,
Who thro' the flow'ry paths of faunt'ring joy
Seek this coy Goddefs, that from ftage to
Invites us ftill, but fhifts as we purfue.

For, not to name the pains that Pleasure brings.
To counterpoife itself, relentless Fate
Forbids that we thro' gay voluptuous wilds
Should ever roam: And were the Fates more

Our narrow luxuries would foon be ftale.

Were thefe exhauftlefs, Nature would grow fick,

And cloy'd with pleasure, fqueamishly com-

That all was vanity, and life a dream.
Let nature reft; be busy for yourself,
And for your friend; be bufy even in vain,
Rather than teize her fated appetites
Who never fafts, no banquet e'er enjoys;
Who never toils or watches, never fleeps.
Let nature reft: And when the taste of joy
Grows keen, indulge; but fhun fatiety.
'Tis not for mortals always to be bleft.
But him the leaft the dull or painful hours
Of life opprefs, whom fober fense conducts,
And virtue thro' this labyrinth, we tread.

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